Harry felt as though he had dreamed a terrible dream.
In the dream, a terrifying bat seemed to have caught him, and it wanted to suck his blood. He struggled desperately, but soon, the bat turned into Severus Snape, who glared at him viciously. Yet in that gaze, besides hatred, there was a look that made him extremely uncomfortable.
No, get away!
Get away!
Harry...
Suddenly, a voice came from far away.
He seemed to see a boy stretch out a hand. "Thank you for believing me. I'm very glad to become your friend."
He reached out his hand, and the other person gave a fierce yank.
Suddenly, the dream woke him.
Ron's face appeared before him. "Harry, how are you? Harry, are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"I, where am I?"
Harry asked dazedly.
"Harry, listen to me," Ron said, not answering his question. "Don't be too upset in a moment..."
"What?"
He groggily looked around and found that he seemed to be in a private booth of a pub.
Ah, this was Three Broomsticks.
He had been here.
He dazedly tried to stand up. "How did I get here? I remember I got the Philosopher's Stone, and then Severus..."
Hermione steadied him. "Harry, let's go out."
They supported Harry and came to the outer hall. Harry looked in shock at the packed crowd in the hall, everyone's face seeming to wear an extremely terrifying expression.
Something immensely serious must have happened.
It's over, Severus... He must have reported the matter of me stealing the Philosopher's Stone to the other professors... I'm going to be expelled...
What should he do? No, he couldn't implicate Hermione and Ron; this was what he had asked them to do.
Right, and Tom...
He turned his head and looked around. "Where's Tom?"